Melanie lay in the hospital bed, holding onto the edge of the bed to prop herself up. Her arm was stitched up with three stitches. She wiped away her tears, quietly sobbing. "Darren, go back. Laura really seems to be in a bad mood. I don't know why that thing was so important to her. How could it be left out in the open like that..."
In an instant, Darren understood. If Laura were really leaving, she wouldn’t have left that clay doll out like that.
He felt even more frustrated with Laura's behavior.
"What's this? Is this the third trick your mother taught you? The art of trapping by pretending to let go?"
Laura let out a long sigh. "Think what you want."
This time, she didn't want to explain anymore. There had been too many explanations about the past over the years.
So many that every time she showed her true feelings, Darren just thought she was being manipulative, putting on a performance for him.
Now, she was tired. It was enough.
If he didn't believe her, so be it. Those who were willing to believe had already done so, but she had already said it ninety-nine times.
The call was abruptly ended.